Beauty Of Death Poem by Wandering Scarlet
Beauty Of Death
as your breath grows hollow and thin
the hand ticks the circuit of death
awaiting the moment you leave in sin
a life not yet forgiven
all you leave behind,
is as futile as the dust of your mind
fantasies dreamed as a child
given up for a life in the wild
where man eats man
and none is reconciled
as the sweat trickles off your head
fears of what it means to be dead
you lose control of your arms legs and hand
you let your world blow away around you
you no longer want to demand, you no longer stand
nevermore will you beg to rewind
the beauty of death...is that you are no longer blind
Excellent text, Rocco. A 9 for sure. It would appear that you are getting serious about your poetry. Although whimsy has its place, too. Note spelling 'lose' control. Keep writing!
after reading this for me you are really one of the greatest poets. Keep it up....
Ha, my mother is mostly blind, and I am mostly death, so I could relate to this poem, quite a lot. Good job.
this is such a good poem, it makes you think about how wonderful death is :)
This is beautiful... you make death seem like nothing really... Good Job **Tyease**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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No words could describe how much i love this poem A job well done check some of mines out